Jacks came to supper on Saturday - chicken pie (courtesy of The Roger, via the Rustington Pie Shop) - cauliflower cheese, new potatoes and carrots (by moi) - along with wine, cheese and chocolates. Above all, of course, all of it was by courtesy of Jehovah, the God of Abraham. He could have made eating as simple and dull an experience as filling up a car with petrol. But he didn't. He made it both a pleasure and a creative art, in that it is very satisfying to cook a meal that people enjoy.
And when paradise is restored, I am sure we will not be eating the animals, nor will they be eating each other (or us). Under the loving rule of the Kingdom of God - the heavenly government for whose coming Jesus taught us to pray - all will return to the peace and harmony it had in the beginning before our first parents' tragic decision to go it alone.
We had a lovely talk and Watchtower on Sunday reminding us to look forward to that. And also reminding us of the harmony in the Christian congregation worldwide - and the part we all have to play in that. Jehovah is drawing all who will listen back into the one loving family we were always intended to be.
As the world outside gets filled with violence, Jehovah's word shines like a beacon of hope, drawing more and more people to it every day.